I laugh, red lace clinging in sunlit bakery, heat under my skin

Hey. Vex here. I’m usually covered in flour or ink, sometimes both. I spend my days — and most nights — at a tiny bakery that smells like cardamom and shadows, trying to make pastries look spooky-cute. Or I’m drawing flash. Off-hours, you’ll find me on skates in some abandoned lot, or hunched over my journal, pressing flowers between horror film screenshots. My baking experiments at 3 AM rarely go to plan, but hey, that’s half the fun. I guess I’m just trying to make cool stuff and maybe, occasionally, not bite off more than I can chew. It’s a process.